Looking at the doorman, in an instant, I felt that even if Shelton presented the inkstone whose price was thousands of times higher than these money combined, the doorman wouldn't bother to glance at it.

The doorman accepted the money and counted it two or three times, saying to us with a bright smile, "Wait a minute."

As he said that, he went in and made a phone call.

Within less than two minutes, from a distance, I saw a nurse dressed in a down coat show up at the door and run over at us.

Looking quite old, the nurse should be in her forties.

After running over, she...